by Brett Rutherford
After Theognis, Elegaic Poems 293-294
To get what you prefer
above all other things to eat,
and endlessly, is not
the best of all possible worlds.
Not even the Lion
eats every day, and meat,
perhaps, is not his only wish.
That mouth, incarnadine,
might just as well
be stained with pomegranate!
Some days the Lion is out sorts
in indigestion’s agony.
Some days, the sun and wind
are just so splendid
that merely to recline
and flick one’s tail
suffices.
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